9. Stella
Stella
H oly smokes! I’ve never been so hot and bothered before. Not while exploring my own body, not when watching explicit videos online, and never when I imagined Vito touching me in the dead of night when I couldn’t sleep.
The man should come with a warning because, wow , does he know how to touch a girl. To speak to a girl. And what is with the Daddy thing? Hot, hot, hot, and triple hot. The way I’ve begun to crave this man should be illegal.
“You live on the beach,” I murmur, leaning forward as he pulls in to the end of the driveway, where the ocean feels close enough to touch.
“Got a nice little slice of it just for me, too.” Whipping my head over to look at him, his eyes glow with affection. I’ve never been treated like this by a man before. It’s unfamiliar but welcoming. “Beach chairs are down there if you’d like to go have a seat, maybe splash in the waves.”
“Really?” It’s been a while since I’ve played in the water. Glancing down at my clothes, however, I’m not sure it’s an option. “I don’t have anything to wear.”
Vito grins and gets out of the truck before coming to open my door. “Don’t get mad, but my friend Bishop stopped at your place with your mom, and she packed up a bunch of your stuff, and he brought it here.”
The thoughtfulness of this man is next level. “Thank you.” He appears startled that I’m not angry.
“You’re not mad?”
I snicker at his skepticism as he leads me inside his house.
Everything is so…bare. No pictures on the walls.
No knick-knacks to make it a home. There’s a reclining sofa with a big screen TV and gaming console in the living room.
The kitchen looks like it’s never been used, and as we get upstairs, there are two entirely empty bedrooms plus one more with a spare bed but no sheets or pillows.
“You live sparsely,” I comment as we enter his room, and the only hint of personality is a framed photo on the nightstand.
Of me.
“Still not mad?” he asks as I pick it up.
Tracing the photo, it’s not the typical quality from a phone.
Which means he has a good camera. He took the time to get me at an angle that accentuates the curves of my hips and ass, my boobs look huge in the tight top, and as I bend over to smell a flower, I notice the rolls of my belly.
Yet he waited for this exact moment to take an image he’d enjoy.
I should be creeped out. Mad wouldn’t be enough. But here I am, oddly…flattered.
“When did you take this?” The shirt and shorts I have on are ones I wear often, and there’s no background for me to identify. It doesn’t help that I’m constantly stopping to smell flowers. It’s a weakness of mine.
“About a month ago.” He comes up behind me, his heavy hands settling on my hips before moving around my stomach and digging the tips in. “I can’t tell you how attractive I find all your curves. The softness makes my mouth water and my dick a raging beast.”
Caught breathless, I set the picture down and immediately feel his steely length between my ass cheeks. My pulse pounds rapidly, making my ears ring. My knees feel weak because all I want to do is kneel for this man. To give him my total submission.
God! I had no idea this would be how I was with a man. Is it normal? I don’t know, and I don’t care because it feels so damn right.
Turning around slowly, our gazes clash, and when he lifts a hand to touch my face, I drop to my knees. Resting back on my feet, I move to feel him too, starting at his thighs, while maintaining his stare and watching as his brown eyes warp into a darker shade, filling with desire.
“What are you doing, sugar?” His gravelly tone makes my belly quiver. My eyes close as his hand drops to my head, brushing across the top before fisting the strands and roughly tugging my head back. “You cash checks you can’t pay for, Stella? Daddy is wired enough as it is.”
Licking my lips and taking in a deep breath, my eyes open as I whisper, “Me, too, Daddy.” How effortlessly I fall into his hold is mesmerizing.
“You want a taste, little girl?” My head bobs. I’ve been salivating for one since first setting sights on this virile man. “Take it out, then.”
This is my first time up close with a real cock, and my nerves reveal themselves while fumbling with his belt, then the buttons and zipper of his jeans.
As he finally pops free, the snug fit of his briefs outlines the ridges and veins of his manhood, and suddenly, I grow nervous.
I’m not sure if his size is normal or above average, but he’s ginormous, and I’m feeling antsy about my decision now.
“I’ve never seen one in real life.” With anyone else, my confession would feel foolish, but Vito doesn’t make me feel that way at all.
“Go slow.” He seems to like how innocent I am, how hesitant I am. “He won’t bite.” I flick my gaze up to his, his teeth sunk into his lower lip, and his eyes glazed over but still focused on my actions.
Gripping the band of his underwear and slowly peeling it down, the head of his cock pops free. Red, leaking, looking angry but delicious. My throat tingles for a taste, and because he doesn’t stop me, I lean forward and lick up the milky drop resting on the tip.
“Jesus.” That guttural sound gives me the confidence to do it again.
And again.
His hand clenches in my hair, and I can feel him holding back.
Trying not to push me too much, but wanting more.
“Vixen,” he hisses when my teeth scrape the plump head.
“Take as much as you can.” Control back in place, his voice is restrained yet still domineering, and my body lights up and listens.
Sliding his pants and briefs down his body, I scoot closer and fist his erection in both hands. Feeling mischievous, I open my mouth just enough to fit him and scrape my teeth all the way down his steely length.
“Fucking brat. You looking for a spanking?”
Growing wetter between my legs, I lift my eyes to his. His stare sears me, and I nod and swallow while slowly pulling back, keeping our gazes locked the entire time.
Vito’s breathing becomes ragged but still somehow controlled, and his pulse hammers in his throat and temple, making him appear angry. Though I know he isn’t. He’s just as immersed in the pleasure as I am.
Releasing his head with a pop, I smile up at him. “You taste like salted caramel, Daddy.” Flicking out my tongue, he growls and drags me up his body with the hand in my hair.
“Fucking cocktease,” he mutters before slamming his mouth across mine briefly, forcing his tongue to fuck in and out of my mouth as his hands move to my waist, where he easily sheds my clothes, then tosses me on the bed. “You want to be a little slut, I’ll treat you like one.”
Holding my breath, my teeth sink into my lip as he strips bare, then prowls onto the bed with me. “Daddy?” I breathe out, afraid but exhilarated. “Don’t hurt me, Daddy.” I flip over, presenting my ass to him, utterly curious about this spanking.
His hot and heavy hands land on each globe, massaging the thick flesh as he presses his thighs against the back of me and his dick between the cheeks. Feeling the fluid drop onto my heated skin, I moan.
“Fuck, you really are a good girl, aren’t you?” Pressing the top half of my body to the sheets below, my head turns, and I watch him study every inch of me like there’ll be a test afterwards. I’ve never been worshipped like this before.
“Please, Daddy, please.” The last word breaks as he pumps his hips back and forth, touching me in ways nobody has. “I’ll be good.”
His eyes whip to mine, and in them, I no longer see Vito, the sweet customer who has captured my attention for months. He’s Daddy, the man who’ll dominate and direct my pleasure like it’s his own.
I can’t wait.
“Don’t fucking move. Don’t make a single sound. I want complete fucking submission, is that clear, sugar?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
Watching as his hand lifts and slaps down on my flesh, I feel the excess jiggle before the sting registers. Tears spring to my eyes as my teeth sink into my cheek.
“What the fuck did I just say?”
Opening my eyes, I keep my mouth shut this time, and he smirks as he wallops me three more times. Each in different spots, each time rubbing the sting away and replacing it with the warmth of his palm.
“Good girl,” he mutters, brushing his harsh fingertips up my spine, tracing the bumps of the bones until he touches the back of my neck. “This is going to hurt, and then it’s going to feel so fucking good.” Using the emotion in my eyes to relay that it’s okay, his cocky smirk returns.
Securing me in place with the hand on my neck and the other guiding his cock to my entrance, he flicks and pinches my clit to make me squirm before slamming in and holding my body still by placing a hand on my hip and squeezing hard.
“Good girl, fuck, this is beautiful.” While I might have broken my own hymen with toys, I’ve never had anything as huge as Vito inside of me. And it fucking hurts. “Tight perfection,” he praises as I slowly settle down.
As much as I want to scream, I hold back. Wiggling a little but not moving too much. Obeying him seems to be ingrained in me. If it pleases him, then I want to do it. I want to be his peace when he comes home.
Draping his body across my back, he pushes my hair away from my face and whispers in my ear, “I’m going to start moving now, and I want you to be as still and quiet as possible.
Every noise you make, every move you make, and I’m going to spank this gloriously thick ass of yours.
” He waits for my answer, but I give none, doing just as he said.
“Fuck, you really are a good girl. You’ll do anything to please your Daddy, won’t you? ”
I don’t know what to do or say, so I squeeze the walls around his length, and we share a moan of pleasure together. The pain of his invasion has settled down, and I’m eager for him to move.
“Perfect.” His lips linger on my cheek, his breath hot as he begins to pull out before ramming back in.
A whimper escapes this time, but I feel his smile against my face.
“I knew you were the perfect Daddy’s Girl the day we met.
My addiction to you was so fucking overwhelming, I thought I was going insane.
Turns out, I was preparing to be the perfect man for you. ”
Humming in my throat, I push back against each thrust, the sounds of our lovemaking are obscene and beautiful. He moves ruthlessly, giving me all of himself, and yet, I still feel as though he’s holding back, and I don’t like it.
Braving his wrath, I whisper, “Daddy?”
He freezes, halting completely before his cold gaze jettisons to mine. Anger mingles with lust, and he snaps, “What?”
“You’re restraining yourself,” I gush out quickly, making it easier.
Startled at my insight, his stern eyes soften, pooling like milk chocolate again. “I don’t want to hurt you.” His finger traces my face, following the path with sensual kisses until his lips cover mine. “It’d kill me if I hurt you, sugar.”
I shock us both by saying, “I want you to hurt me. I want all of you. Every single time. Please don’t hold back, Daddy. Not with me.” He shakes his head back and forth.
“How are you everything I never knew I needed?” It’s rhetorical, so I stay silent.
“Alright, good girl, you got it. Daddy won’t hold back anymore.
” I had no idea what I was getting myself into when I begged for that.
“Remember, no moving, but now I want to hear your cries. Your begging. Scream nice and loud for Daddy.”
Fear embraces me in a sensual tug-of-war of excitement and hesitation.
Sitting up, he stretches my thighs as far apart as he can, which has my hips protesting from the strain.
Splitting my ass cheeks apart, I watch as he spits on the taut hole, then moves a hand forward and begins massaging it with his thumb before pushing in.
“As soon as my dick is done with this pussy, I’m taking this ass. There’ll be no resting in between. No time to adjust. I’m fucking this tight bud as hard as my body will allow. Understand, sugar?”
Swallowing around the lump in my throat, I remind myself that this is what I requested. “Yes, Daddy.” I never imagined having sex there, and now that I know it’s inevitable, I’m not sure I’ll survive.
Gliding his thumb in and out, it doesn’t feel terrible; in fact, I kind of like it. Until he adds another finger, then another, and I’m stuffed full in both holes and can’t focus on anything but the burning in the back.
“Going to hold me like a fucking glove when I get in here.” He’s talking to himself, insanely pleased with what he’s discovered, and all I can do is pray he doesn’t rip me in two.